Mornings and gifts

I love mornings. Except for the waking up part, I love everything else about mornings. The clean, cool and fresh atmosphere early in the morning and then the warmth of the sunlight later on. The brand new start and the well-rested feeling, even if it's just a few hours' sleep. Sending Mr Sheikh and Sameer off to work/school and having the whole house to myself. A simple, quiet breakfast. I appreciate and enjoy my solitude. It's so much in contrast to the mornings I used to have as a child.

In my parents' home, I used to wake up to a madhouse every morning! Brothers getting ready for work, major bathroom hogging, frenzied searches for clothes/belts/socks, last minute ironing and small quarrels here and there. In the kitchen, mom and sisters busy preparing elaborate Pakistani breakfast. Watchful dad observing from the living room and picking on everyone and everything. Sounds like so much commotions na? There was nothing peaceful about those mornings! There are days when I actually miss that kind of ruckus. I remember it fondly though I have no desire to go through it all over again.

It's kind of sad that siblings drift so far apart as they grow older and have their own families. I hardly get to meet all my siblings in one place anymore. Not even on Eid. Would things have been different if dad was still around? I think things would have been different if I were the eldest sister. Would love to pull everyone by the ears and make them obey me! Too bad I'm the youngest and no one listens to me.

It's been a decade since I left my parents' home. Distance makes the heart grow fonder they say. True, true.

I tried convincing Mr Sheikh a number of times about the perks of living apart. Fonder hearts, less squabbles, more love, more excitements. But then he's not as smart as me.

I suddenly believe I'm not old enough to be married for a decade.

Sameer is going to celebrate National day in school tomorrow. Out comes the red shirt. No, not the Thailand red shirts. Red as in the color red from the Singapore flag. I remember looking forward to the National day souvenirs when I was in primary school. We get stuff like stationery, tidbits and once we even had creamed cake! Seems like a very long time ago. Gone are the days when I used to look forward to receiving cheap gifts. Not that I don't appreciate cheap gifts anymore, it's just that receiving something expensive comes with this special feeling which I'm very sure can't match up to the receiving-cheap-gifts feeling. Waisey I buy cheap gifts for myself all the time, so I guess they have kind of lost the novelty hehehe.

Talking of gifts, the first ever gift I receive from Mr Sheikh was a bottle of Versace Red Jeans perfume. Much much later, like a few months, I found out it was an imitation. Trust the man of my life to make feel that special.

I honestly can't remember the last gift he gave me. Has it been THAT long?? Maybe I've not been paying enough attention. He did buy a packet of Mango pudding last week. Anyways, the important thing is that I'm no longer obliged to buy gifts for him now that I'm not working. It would be funny to buy him a gift with his own money right? Yeah it would be funny indeed.

I guess by now you must have realised that the mornings and gifts in my post title are totally unrelated. It's not easy to come up with a title when all I do is ramble random stuff from A to Z.

Still working on improving myself.